Everytime I look at him, I remember John Lennon's song, "Beautiful Boy".
His face, how fast it changes with his moods. Brows so thick they almost meet in the middle. Deepset eyes, brooding and mysterious. You look into them and you drown in their depths. Nose that's just the right size in a roundish face. His mouth like a little angel's; he's almost impossible to resist when he wails "Mommy".
My other son. My beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy. My Lennon.